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(that was unnecessarily verbose)
I like to take walks – on Saturdays. When it’s sunny and people are home to walk with.
But today was a Wednesday, I was on my own, and it’s been forty degrees and drizzling all week. Which is great when you’re watching from behind glass and worth complaining over when you’re out in it with no gloves.
^ raw enthusiasm.
I had big plans. I was going to attempt some aesthetic photography and selfies, just to see if I could. And possibly for the vain reason that I wanted a good picture of myself.
And as far as I could see, it wasn’t going to be too difficult.
Three days of drizzle means beautiful water beads on the grass.
Which is great until you walk through that grass and soak your shoes that are not meant for this kind of weather. And then the West Texas Wind™ kicked in and thoroughly refrigerated my feet.
I was not ready to give up yet.
With things all nice and overcast, it was time to try for those shots.
Nope. I just look like I’m wondering if it’ll rain. Which it is raining.
Maybe I can get some walking shots.
Eh. Um. I think the gravel is filling the frame and ruining my composition.
Is it just me or do I look like an android trying to imitate a human?
After this little gem of a photo, I decided to pull the plug on my whole aesthetic photography thing. What’s the point?
So I just played around on the cold, stiff playground equipment and froze my fingers off.
Which was definitely a lot more fun than trying to be someone I know I’m not.
I found this tiny pine tree and played around with the self timer on my camera and ended up looking like Godzilla, roaring over a towering pine tree…
The minute I let go of this ideal that photos of me should look a certain way, the minute I stopped noticing the cold and the fact that I was alone.
^ actually enjoying myself
My feet were still frigid. Oh well.
On the way home, I took some cool pictures of the largest river in my hometown.
I was so worried that I’d plunk my camera in it, though.
Fortunately, it survived.
I stood in the middle of the street and took pictures of this puddle because why not.
I almost felt…like a photographer. Like I was having fun taking photos. Maybe I finally understand why y’all like cameras so much.
Before my fingers were completely done for, I ran over my camera.
And somehow it looks cool?
I found this key on the sidewalk just before I went back inside to sit on my hands and laugh my head off at my failed aesthetic photography.
I like to think it’s symbolic.
Because I may have unlocked a big secret that many people are too embarrassed to share.
The harder I try to make myself look good, the worse I feel about myself.
But the minute I throw all the aesthetic-Pintrest goals out the window and just have some fun, I end up with photos I like?
It’s a weird paradox, isn’t it?
Sayonara for now,